The limpid water of upland brooks is
falling down from rocks into the lakes
And the look to the green valleys of virgin nature delights my spirit
Springy meadows are coloured by
thousands of flowers and flying butterflies
I smell the flavoured air and the wind is dishevelling my hair
The lowlands and hilld, my rivers and brooks
That lok strokes me and makes my glad heart beat
The gallop of my horse take me over that grace
I'm dancing along among the ancient trees
The land is veiled by misty haze in
cold mornings – morning of the fall
Only proud mountains mighty stands and
watch that grace there down all around
The sun beats out the way and breathe in new day into my pale face
I will fly up to the cloads in the
highs on the magic eagle's wings... now!
White snow is like a mirror
Under the touch of sunshines pays
The falling snowflakes tickles my nose
In the cold winter's day
Mother Earth, as you borned me in the spring
So adopt my soul now at the end of times
The wind of freedom blows... my last dreaming...
In singing of the birds, sounds lullaby of mine

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